11I’m walking through an immense library with shelves that tower over me, their height reaching clear to the glass ceiling where endless stars shine through the velvety black sky and into the room. Their light dances upon my hair, my skin.
At the end of the room is a gleaming bronze spiral staircase leading to another tome-packed level. Lifting the hem of my long skirt, I place my feet carefully on the filigree metal and make my assent using the bannister to guide my way.
Never before have I seen a library of this magnitude in person. Never have I walked among so many books in such an awe-inspiring environment. Everything is warm colors of mahogany, bronze, and amber. And the stars. If only the steps I’m climbing could get me closer to that rich sky with its infinite curtain of illuminat
